Dinah curled her fingers around the prominent outcroppings of Camila's hips, drawing the younger girl backwards into the cradle of her pelvis, her lips pressed down lightly against the back of Camila's neck. "Move with me," Dinah instructed softly, using her hold on Camila's waist to move the girl in time to the swaying movements of her hips. "Follow my rhythm, ignore the music and just feel me."
Camila breathed in deeply, stretching her hands upwards to curl around the back of Dinah's neck, her fingers plunging into the strands of soft blonde hair at the crown of the girl's head. The girl moved her body with Dinah, twisting her hips to grind her ass into the cradle of Dinah's hips, rubbing across her crotch. "Do you like this?" She asked in a breathless voice her fingernails scratching across Dinah's scalp.
"Yes." Dinah answered easily, brushing her softness of her lips against Camila's throat, moving upwards to take the girl's earlobe into her mouth with a gentle suck. "It's perfect."
"You're perfect." Camila groaned as she felt Dinah's hands dip inwards - fingers following the waistband of her jeans to the button above her zipper - playing with skin and offering silent promises to the actions yet to come. "Please, Dinah, don't tease me."
"I'm not teasing," Dinah promised with a soft chuckle that spread through Camila's nerve endings like a wildfire through a parched forest, burning until it reached the lake pooled in her underwear. "I'm showing you what comes next, if you want it, you've got to tell me you want it."
"I want it." Camila whispered, her voice crackling with need and desire as she gripped the back of Dinah's head and tugged her forward as she twisted her head in order to press a harsh kiss against Dinah's lips. Their tongues tangled towards in the space made by their mouths, roiling and coiling together before departing in favor of rushed breaths drawn inwards to soothe the ache of lungs deprived of oxygen. "Fuck me Dinah."
The older girl shivered at the desperate weight of Camila's words, feeling them settle in the pit of her stomach as she pressed her mouth back against the throbbing pulse in the side of the girl's neck. "As you wish Mila," She husked into the girl's ear, pressing her fingers against the smooth plane of her stomach before dipping underneath the waistband of her jeans and into sopping wet panties. "Follow me."
Camila followed the rocking pulse of Dinah's body eagerly, grinding forward into the heel of the girl's hands while thrusting down onto two perfectly bent fingers, her head bent backwards to rest of Dinah's shoulder and her lips parted to moan out the girl's name.
